Into the Lair

Chapter Twenty-Six

Braden awoke with Katie sprawled across him like she owned him. Half her body was draped across his chest, her cheek pressed tight against his skin and her mouth open.

There was nothing maidenly or shy about her.

For a long time he lay there, quiet, studying her while she slept. Her hair was tousled, the strands teasing his skin. He toyed with the uneven locks, twirling them around the tips of his fingers.

She stirred against him, a restless little move that sent her soft body seeking further into his. His cock stood up and paid attention, much to his dismay.

She went still, and he felt the catch in her breath. Then she raised her head and looked up at him with sleepy, drugged eyes.

“You got a condom?”

He blinked in surprise. Of all the things he thought she might say, that wasn’t it. His chest shook with laughter, but he kept his lips tight to prevent any sound from escaping.

Her eyes narrowed, but he caught a glint of amusement sparkling in their depths.

“If you tell me that’s just your usual morning hard-on and that I have nothing to do with it, I’m going to be deeply offended.”

“Oh, it’s all you,” he said. “And yeah, I have a condom. Give me a sec to go get it.”

He carefully extricated himself from her body and strode out of the room. He found Ian asleep on the couch in the living room, and a distinct chill in the air. Damn, but it was cold.

Sparing his brother only a quick glance and a whispered directive for him to sleep a while longer, he dug into his pack for one of the condoms and then headed back to the bedroom.

He paused inside the doorway to shed his underwear. Katie watched from the bed, her eyes tracking his every movement. His hand curled around his heavy erection, and he worked up and down in a slow, steady motion.

Hunger flashed in her eyes, and a bolt of awareness sizzled through his groin. He walked over to the bed, tossed the condom onto the pillow and then climbed back onto the mattress. She covered him immediately, her body warm and supple. She fit. So damn perfect.

She reached for the condom and rapidly tore the wrapper off. With deft fingers, she rolled it over his dick, and he nearly groaned at the restriction.

“You don’t want foreplay?” he asked with a raised eyebrow as she moved to straddle him.

“What I want is to fuck you,” she said in a voice tight with desire.

“Oh hell, I think I just fell in love,” he murmured.

He helped her by spanning her waist with his big hands and positioning her so she didn’t hurt herself. Then he allowed his fingers to wander up her lush body to cup her breasts.

She leaned up, did a tight little fidget and then sheathed him.

They both groaned. His entire body tightened and spazzed out. He felt like he was going to twitch right out of his skin.

“You have to move, baby,” he said as he lifted her hips. “Oh, yeah, like that. Just like that.” He expelled all of his breath in one long sigh.

She rolled forward and then back, undulating her pelvis so that her pussy rippled over every inch of his cock.

“Kiss me,” he said huskily as he urged her on with his hands. He couldn’t wait to taste her again. He’d thought of nothing else ever since kissing her on the plane.

Her lips melted over his, sweet like syrup and soft. So deliciously soft. His hands skated up her sides to cup her breasts, and he brushed his thumbs across her nipples. She shivered delicately against his hands as their tongues met and dueled for supremacy.

He let her win that particular battle, enjoying how she took control of the kiss.

She tasted him, swept her tongue over his and deep into his mouth. She pulled away and then nipped sharply at his bottom lip. She followed it with a soothing lap of her tongue and then she sucked it back into her mouth to nibble erotically.

He’d never been kissed so thoroughly by a woman. There was nothing inhibited about her, and he found it extremely arousing.

One hand left her breast and glided downward until he cupped the bandage over her wound. He held her gently to protect the area as she continued to ride him, but she wasn’t having it.

She grasped his wrist and dragged his hand back to her breast, moaning when his fingers stumbled over her nipple. Remembering the night before when she’d urged Ian to bite her, he gathered the taut point and pinched, lightly at first and then with more pressure.

She went liquid around his cock. Oh hell yeah, she liked the pain, needed it.

“Harder,” she panted.

He stared up at the hot-as-hell image she posed, head thrown back as she rode him with abandon, her breasts spilling into his hands as he worked her nipples with his fingers.

He pinned them both with his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed as she shuddered around his dick.

“I hope you’re close,” she said in a strained voice. “Because I’m so ready to come.”

“Then get there,” he ordered, his statement spilling out raw and demanding. His release was a razor’s edge, sharp and sliding closer.

He arched his hips, pounding into her as she fell to meet his thrusts. Her thighs gripped him as her hands came down to grasp at his shoulders.

He pulled mercilessly at her nipples, leaving them red with his fingerprints. A harsh cry of pleasure tore from her mouth and then her body seized. Her pussy rippled and contracted, spasming around his cock like molten lava.

“Yeah, baby, like that. Come for me, Katie.”

His ass left the bed as he bowed and arched wildly. He exploded like a canon just as she dissolved around him. She fell, and he caught her, gentle even amidst their animalistic mating.

This time…this time he was the reason for her soft, sated sounds, and the sweet lethargy of her body. Pleasure that had nothing to do with the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just experienced rippled through his body.

She lay across his chest, limp and unresisting as he stroked her back.

“Should I get you drugs?” he asked wryly. “You’re hell on stitches, woman.”

She trembled slightly, and he couldn’t be sure if it was pleasure or pain making her shake. And he was loath to move enough to see. His fingers made slow circles on her back and shoulders. He slid them to her nape where he gently massaged.

“I’m hungry,” she said. “And cold.”

“It is pretty frigid in here. Either we don’t have a heater, or no one bothered to turn it on. There’s a fireplace in the living room. If you feel up to it we can go in there. I’ll build a fire and see about cooking up some grub.”

“Where’s Ian?” she asked as she pushed herself gingerly off his chest.

“Asleep on the couch.”

She glanced down to where their bodies were still joined. “Is this going to bother him?”

He curled a hand behind her neck and kissed her hard. When he pulled away, her eyes were slightly unfocused.

“I can’t answer that. But I can guarantee he won’t go off the deep end like your previous lover. One, he’d never hurt a woman, and two, he’s well aware that I’m as attracted to you as he is.”

“Guess we’ll go find out,” she whispered.